Альбом Hawkwind

By mere existence, we are elite
Without a body, we are complete
There is no master, we are alone
There is an answer, where we have flown

By mere existence, we are elite
Without a body, we are complete
There is no Master, we are alone
There is an answer, where we have flown

"Hello ? hello ? hello?
..........goodbye"

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(Brock Rowntree)

Ebbing eyesight in chlorine clouds

stealing away barbed wire shrouds

mowed down in mud by machine gun fire

trapped and strangled in barbed wire

silent nights smashed as big guns fill bodies full of shrapnel

in their crusade to kill

Far away, politicians, glasses of port

meet in a toast to a war they've not fought

Holy fire directed and idly discussed

manufacturing hatred, engineering distrust

trading clarity for confusion,

the ruthless powerlust.

with those on the battlefield fallen down everywhere

and that is their wine, has good body and it is red

draining away forever like the blood of those dead.

(Brock)

I was trained in Arizona,

in a secret desert camp

where we did night manoeuvres

without a lighted lamp.

I've got an old worn Trilby hat

that doesn't keep me dry

when the rain falls on my mac

plays havoc with the dye

I wear my dark shades every day of the year

when I see my reflection it strikes a note of fear.

I've got a dozen gadgets concealed in my clothes

I've got some suicide pills that taste like herb of cloves

I've not got a single friend just my armpit gun

and when I go to bed at night it certainly helps me son

I'm always getting in tight spots

I manage to escape

by either jumping off a train

or swimming in a lake

soon I'm in a right state

I'm a secret agent there's nowhere you can hide

I'm a secret agent taking you for a ride

what's your name what's your game

details never stop

work alone on your own

collar up, hat pulled down

on the beach, with a peach

sometimes good, sometimes bad

drinking coffee, feeling sad.

There's one thing that I want to be involved with

That's Truth and Justice and I sincerely mean that.

And if everybody was involved in Truth and Justice

There would be no need for secret agents.

That's what happens when you get in tight spots.

He's in a tight spot

I've yet to crack-up

Ain't got no backup

what's your name

what's your game

A bit strung out

Ain't got no backup

I'm beginning to crack-up

Think I'll go bankrupt

It's all confusion

disappearing without a trace

I'm a secret agent

He's in a tight spot

Attention, Attention

REPEAT VERSE 1

and everybody rushes away to hide

certainly take you for a ride baby

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(Brock)

I have the dream in the palm of my hand

but if I fell off that tightrope on which side would I land?

Insecurity and freedom, it's a narrow path

don't know what she wants now

('cos I've ) forgotten how to laugh.

Frightening thoughts spin, around my head

betrayal and misery, things that were said

deep-down inside me the sadness runs deep

all of these feelings are trapped deep-down inside

for you it's a joke now I've got nowhere to hide.

Send someone to help me,

I'm lonely and I'm scared

I was gonna pile up,

my emotions they were bared

my weak points they were noted,

put away for future use

she says that she loves me,

as she tightens up the noose.

(Brock Davey)

I'm a digital citizen, safe in my room

I've got my video to relieve the gloom

My mind's on a circuit with the nudes on the screen

Life's a no-go area - it's so obscene

You can't do this, you can't do that

You can't go forward and you can't go back

I'm a plugged in person, I'm a TV fan

But there's so many things that I don't understand

Why do you want to steal our TV - it's not real

It's a viewing game

You can't do this, you can't do that

You can't go forward and you can't go back

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